The Past

I'm really depressed right now, and it's because I've just been plunged into the past. I hadn't realised just how far behind me the legion was, and unfortunately when I think of all my times there, my major impression is a bad one. It was a wonderful thing, though, and I made some amazing friends there. Some of which I hope to keep for a long time. Raymond and Dave want a big Legion reunion, with everyone from the original legion there. I think this is an obviously ridiculous notion, but they thinks it could work. For saying I didn't want to spend the day with people I dislike, I was told I was immature. I don't see how though, for all the other things I could be doing, I choose it reliving the past with a group of people I have no interest in repairing my friendships with. Is it so immature? In economics, we learn about something called "Opportunity cost". The opportunity cost is what you give up to do something else. For example, I could spend the day with the old legion, or I could study (hahaha). If I chose the legion, my opportunity cost would be studying. And to be honest, studying sounds more fun.

When I look back, I feel so sad. I only just realised how distant and old the memories are to me, I've been through so much since then, and I feel a lot older. It's strange how much a few months can do to a person.

I should forget about the past again, like I did before, and continue the way things are going. There's no point in getting depressed about an old life.

The obligatory party post

Well, Dave's party on Saturday was mostly fun. I stayed pretty much entirely sober the whole night, which was shit, but I'll make up for it another time. There laughing, music, alchohol and a generally good time. I got extremely bored and a bit depressed when it got to about midnight because everyone was already so drunk they were passing out, and Nikita, Hayley and Anna were out walking. Just as I'd decided to go to my dad's, lo and behold, things got interesting! I was forewarned by Dave and Hayley before I left the house that Nikita was "fucked" and they refused to say anything more about it, except "you'll see". Well, the rest of the night is history. I was looking after Nikita for most of it, since he couldn't even walk. He may not have been able to walk, but he could do other things :P I was going to write all about it on here, but it's too cruel, so I won't. I would make a shit journalist! Sufficed to say he's a pervert :P I will relay one particular exchange, though you won't see how funny it is, simply because it's being printed. It was in Dave's aunt and uncle's en suite bathroom...

Me: Do you want me to leave? You look like you're going to sleep.
Nikita: Nonono......quite the opposite.......nnmughflmmm...
Me: What do you mean?
Nikita: I need you to stop me...mnugslkidng....
Me: Stop you?
Nikita: Frommm giving into my carnal desires...
Me: What?!
Nikita: Stop me in the pursuit of seexxxx....yushoasnf....
Me: So...you want me to stop you from being horny?
Nikita: NO!!! I'M NOT HORNY!!!
Nikita: ...I'm neveerrr horny....
Me: That's a lie.
Nikita: Mudhgigionkmmmmdjighkm.............

Anyhoo, it was a fun night, except when everyone was throwing up.







This was a half arsed post.